Three Tales: God With Us

  • Suppose God came down to us on an elevator?
  • What if He walked the streets of New York at Christmas time?
  • Where is God if you are lost in a dark, tangled forest with bandits chasing you?

The Elevator analogy came from a sermon, decades ago, that put meaning into the word “incarnation.” It took me several decades to turn a short paragraph from a sermon into a story.

Some years after her death, we discovered my mother-in-law’s story, set probably in New York of the 1920s, the pages folded in half and tucked into an entirely unrelated book. She imagined Jehovah visiting the city as an elderly and rather shabby man, confused by current slang and confusing most of the persons who notice Him.

I wrote about the witch and the tramp, and first published it at a now-defunct magazine which fortunately left the copyright to me.  That some of our foster children and friends who have suffered through abuse and other tribulations came to maturity as responsible and functional adults, but others were never able to put their lives together, is a mystery beyond my understanding.

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God Took the Elevator

God paced the floor of His penthouse desperately. He had to reach these people! He had never intended for them to ignore Him, but He didn’t want to force them, either. He wanted His people to want to listen.
Then God made His decision. He Himself would go down to the streets.
So God took the elevator…


Three ladies, fashionably dressed, open-toed slippers, fur stoles around their shoulders, come tripping out of an exclusive restaurant and with cries of dismay exclaim, “Oh, it’s snowing! Now we shall have to call a taxi! Oh, whose idea was this? Who sent this snow?”

“Why, I did,” smiled Jehovah affably. “The kiddies asked me for snow, Christmas season, you know, New Year’s, Twelfth Night—so I sent them a good pile of snow. Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“You—sent—it? Hmmm. You don’t by any chance own Brooklyn Bridge, do you?”

The Witch or the Tramp

Once upon a time, between Then and Now, forested ridges separated solitary farms, and a man might live and die without growing hardy, or foolhardy, enough to cross into the next valley.  In such isolation, Ben and Lara had a handful of children, an acreage of plowed land and hayfield, a herd of cattle, a flock of chickens, and, of course, a watch dragon to keep an eye out for strangers.


"Author excels at creating very visual scenes, which smartly invite the reader into the story. Setting is richly painted, with sensory details adding to the experiential nature of these stories. Author has a nice instinct for creating voice, and for adding personality to characters via their movements. We may view from this story our own world’s calamities with such a helpful stance. Very inspiring. The Tramp stands out as a mysterious character, and we are moved by the bloodstains on the doorway, a sign that he was known to help strangers from the briers "
Judge, 25th Annual Writer’s Digest Self-Published Book Awards